Hadrian eventually decided against it, remaining in his seat and closing his eyes. He did need some sleep, what with his very angry superiors that tried burning him to cinders and landing in another world.
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And so he slept...[hr]
Sgt_Jakeman214 said:
Tawp o' tha' mornan' to ya
The smell of popping oil, and the smell of sizzling pork roused Hadrian from his sleep.
He stood up with a stretch and a yawn, doing a couple of head rolls to loosen the tense muscles in his neck. It probably would have been a good idea to go and find a bed, instead of sleeping on a hard, wooden table.
Finished with his stretching, he walked over to the kitchen, and moved to the sink, washing the remaining soot from his face and hands. He reached around for a cloth, and unfortunately, found none. He had nothing to dry himself with (and he refused to use his remaining clothes to dry them, and he moved back to a table. After plopping down on his seat, he reached to the side, and grabbed something that felt like a cloth, and used it to wipe his face and his hands dry. Feeling refreshed, he brought the cloth away from his face and let out a satisfied sigh.
"
Much better!"
He looked down at the cloth in his hands, slowly realizing that it wasn't a cloth at all. It was gigantic, for one, and it was extremely fluffy. He squeezed it a couple of times, before it slipped out of his grip.
He turned his head to the right, and found Akane seated right beside him, cooking some bacon with fire magic in a pan. It would seem that he had grabbed one of her tails and used it as a drying cloth.
They stared at each other in an uncomfortable silence.
Hadrian decided to speak first.
"...Good morning."
